The eager cry doth rend my breast,
And on end stands every hair,
When I hear the godless vaunting
Of unholy men! May Até
Fang them in her hopeless snare!
Messenger.
The sixth a sober man, a seer of might,
Before the Homoloidian gate stands forth,[n33]
And speaks harsh words against the might of Tydeus,
Rating him murderer, teacher of all ill